Tony was tall and strong, a trained police officer.
Lip, on the other hand, was just a scrappy kid. Not particularly buff, and he had a small d... though that last part didn't really affect his fighting ability...
Anyway.
One punch, two punches.
Two solid hits, and Lip was curled up in a ball of pain, incapacitated and unable to hold the baseball bat.
Tony didn't waste time. He hoisted Lip onto his shoulder, picked up the dropped bat, briskly walked downstairs, and headed out the door.
As soon as he stepped out.
Fiona saw Lip slung over Tony's shoulder like a corpse and panicked instantly. "What happened? Is Lip okay?"
"Don't worry, I punched him," Tony said gently.
Fiona froze. "??? You punched him? Why did you hit him?"
Hearing this.
Steve, leaning against the car smoking a cigarette and watching the drama, almost burst out laughing. He held it back, thinking to himself, 'This is fucking ridiculous.'
Tony, being Fiona's loyal simp—and having successfully slept with her just a few hours ago—didn't think much of it. He just explained gently, "He was in there screaming about killing Frank. If I didn't forcibly carry him out, there would have been no way to end this peacefully."
Hearing this, Fiona frowned deeply. Although she understood Tony's actions, her heart ached for Lip, and she felt a twinge of dissatisfaction toward Tony.
Tony didn't sense the dissatisfaction and spoke again. "I'll put Lip in my car for now."
Fiona nodded.
Soon, after securing Lip, Tony explained the situation to the two other officers, guaranteeing the matter was resolved and promising to buy them dinner tomorrow.
The two officers finally got in their car and left.
Waving goodbye to the patrol car and watching it drive away, Tony let out a long sigh of relief. Relaxing a bit, he finally looked at Steve leaning against the BMW.
It was the middle of the night. Steve was dressed lightly, appearing here with Fiona's family...
Without a doubt.
Steve had been sleeping at the Gallagher house.
Which meant, not long ago, Steve and Fiona definitely fucked. Maybe more than once.
Steve's DNA was probably still inside Fiona.
Instantly, vivid images flooded Tony's brain.
Tony felt agitated and annoyed. "Steve."
Steve smiled and nodded. "Tony. Late night. Tough job."
Tony smiled faintly. "It's nothing. I have to go inside and deal with the aftermath."
Having said that, Tony turned to Fiona, who was now by his car looking at Lip with distress. "Fiona, you need to come in with me. Apologize to Sheila and Karen, offer to pay for the damages. This isn't over yet."
Fiona blinked. "Okay."
Moments later.
The two walked into Sheila's house.
Tony gently pushed the front door shut behind them.
They went to the second floor.
"Sheila, it's Tony. How's the situation in there?" Tony asked softly through the bedroom door.
Sheila was still in shock. Although the trembling had subsided a bit, she was still shaking. "Scared... scared me to death."
"Don't be afraid. I've already taken Lip away. Can you open the door?" Tony asked.
"That psycho... is he... gone?" Sheila asked fearfully.
Hearing the word "psycho," and hearing it from Sheila of all people...
Tony couldn't help but give a bitter smile. "He's gone."
Fiona's brow twitched. She was annoyed but held it back and said nothing.
"That's good," Sheila sighed in relief, then slowly opened the door.
The door opened.
Tony walked into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto Frank collapsed on the floor. He did a quick scan.
Good. No blood on Frank.
"Sheila..." Tony withdrew his gaze, first apologized to Sheila, then squatted beside Frank. "Frank, how are you? Need to go to the hospital?"
Frank was in agony, gritting his teeth in hatred. "Motherfucker! That little bastard dared to do this to me!"
Tony didn't want to get involved in the mess between Frank and his son. Ignoring Frank's cursing, he asked again, "Do you need a hospital? Or I can call an ambulance."
Frank knew his own body well. "Cracked a few ribs. No need! But tell that little bastard to stay the hell away from me! Or I will kill him!!"
Tony smiled helplessly. "Okay. If you feel worse later, make sure to call an ambulance. Don't tough it out."
Saying that, Tony stood up and looked back at Fiona. "Fiona, say something."
Fiona wasn't exactly brilliant, but she understood the basics. Snapping out of it, she hurriedly apologized to Sheila, then said, "I'll find someone to fix the window Lip broke as soon as it's light out. I'm really sorry, Sheila."
After a few minutes of back and forth.
The matter was tentatively settled.
Tony and Fiona walked downstairs side by side.
The lights on the first floor were off. It was very dark.
As they walked.
Tony reached out and held Fiona's hand.
Fiona didn't resist. She just stared with her big eyes, turned her head to look at Tony, and didn't say a word.
One step, two steps, three steps...
At the bottom of the stairs, turning right led to the exit.
Fiona pulled Tony and chose to go left, taking two steps into the darkness under the stairs.
"Thank you," she whispered softly, then kissed Tony.
In the blink of an eye.
They were fucking.
As they fucked, Fiona turned her head to look toward the outside of the house.
She couldn't see anything, but that didn't matter.
Just knowing Steve was right outside was stimulating enough!!
Fiona loved this thrill!
It was too fucking exciting.
Fiona gritted her teeth, lost in the sensation.
A few minutes later.
Battle over.
Fiona stood up, straightened her dress in a few moves, wiped her face hard, and ignored Tony, walking straight toward the exit.
Stepping out of the house, she looked at the anxious Debbie, Ian, and the others. Fiona spoke, "Alright, let's go back first. I'll handle the rest tomorrow."
After so much chaos in the middle of the night, Fiona's face was haggard, masking any signs of what just happened.
Plus, you'd have to be a truly shameless woman to do something like that just now, right?
In short, Steve noticed absolutely nothing.
Just then.
Tony walked out, his expression slightly unnatural. Trying to act normal, he said to Fiona, "I'll drive Lip back. Then, I need to talk to him."
"This can't happen again. Holding a baseball bat, breaking into someone's house in the middle of the night to commit violence?"
"If this happens again, even I can't protect him."
Fiona nodded gloomily. "Okay."
Time flew.
The two cars left together, driving toward the Gallagher house.
Sheila's House.
Second Floor.
Karen stood by the window, feeling regretful. "Fuck you, Tony!"
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